A Novel From The Creator Of The Rusty Goat
| A few minutes later, Loretta Fifer was hovering above a cattle trough full of water. Ed pitched the first ball and missed. Loretta taunted him. The second pitch landed her in the water. She jumped back into the swing like a trooper and hollered at me,
"Your turn, Rusty!" I sunk her on the first ball. Loretta shivered as we walked away from the dunking booth. The water soaked tank top left nothing to my imagination, the chilly night air made it possible to see even the tiniest goosebump beneath her wet shirt. Two goosebumps in particular managed to catch my eye. From: Nineteen Seventy Something |
